With the slowly flowing light and shade, a little bit of the turbulence behind those seemingly calm is engulfed.
The music is lively, like the sun pouring, killing all the great sorrows under the bright light.
Holding hands, cuddling tightly when sleeping.
The quiet of the afternoon, a sure smile.
All the good memories became the reason for Xiuwei's regret.
Under the closet, Xiulian slapped
Xiuwei with her blood-stained hand and turned around.
The moment the stepmother closed the window , the
flying hair was tangled in the wind, condensed into a black and white picture.
A ray of sunlight shone on Xiulian’s tear-filled face, and she cried out desperately and feebly,
"Help me, sister"
...
The plot slowly laid out like a blunt blade on the skin.
At first it was only slight. The pain is not easy to notice, but when you find the wound, it is already bloody.
We wept bitterly but were grateful for the pain that every knife gave.
Father told Xiuwei that Xiulian had already died. She looked to her side weeping and saw Xiulian, who had become a soul, holding her head and yelling hysterically.
She wanted to protect Xiulian all the time,
but she was schizophrenic because of Xiulian’s death, but she wandered between the roles of stepmother and sister Xiuwei again and again, repeatedly torturing and rescuing, and at the same time torturing herself with regret. Hungry for spiritual salvation.
When Xiuwei took the white pill she had always resisted, and when she lay in the hospital bed with her eyes closed, she shed a drop of quiet tears, she finally believed everything she used to.
Just as the stepmother said, some memories cannot be shaken off. But she had to remorse and blame herself for her turning around, and walked with the burden and pain all her life.
Rose red lotus, beautiful to the extreme, but also painful to the extreme.
It was probably an immortal memory with blood to commemorate, with tragic sorrow, biting the still fresh and young life.
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